"Han Yixing!" His tone finally became serious, and he leaned down to support her with his arms, encircling her in his arms. Her face instantly turned pale, and there was a hint of fear in her eyes.
But he no longer reacted as fiercely as before. He just glared at him coldly and said, "Go away!"
"Sleep!" He also said two words, unyielding, even though he felt a little sorry for the thorn she deliberately raised.
"I hate you!" She shouted at him, her eyes red, like a wounded animal.
Meng Beichen originally wanted to threaten her not to read at night, but now his face couldn't help but darken. He didn't like hearing the word "hate" from her at all, but he couldn't bear to face her such aggrieved look.[
"Be good, I'll read it tomorrow. You need a good rest." He coaxed her patiently, but he saw that she had no intention of handing over the book.
He narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "If you don't sleep now, I will have that cart of books burned tomorrow."
Han Yixing's eyes widened and he couldn't help but sit up and look at him. Was he hot and cold again? Why did he care so much about her? Why did he?
"I don't want to see you at all now, you can burn it if you want!" He said, throwing the book in his hand towards him.
The book was a bit thick. It hit his chest and then fell to his feet. It hurt slightly, but it was not as painful as his heart. No matter how hard he tried, all he got in the end was her words, "I don't want to see you."
Meng Beichen said nothing, looked at her deeply, and walked out the door. He was afraid that if he didn't leave, he would hurt her again. After a few days of forbearance, he felt that the anger in his heart was starting to set off a prairie fire.
After a while, I heard the sound of horse hooves, blending into the night. When I heard it, I couldn't tell the difference between reality and fantasy. I remembered the book I just read. It was a classical novel. The heroine likes to ride horses.
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Han Yixing was sitting on the bed in a daze. The heavy depression in her heart made her breathless. There was a knock on the door of the medical room, and she trembled. She couldn't tell what she felt, and it was very uncomfortable.
She didn't see the door being pushed open for a long time, and she knew it wasn't him.
"Please come in." The voice was hoarse and hoarse, with a hint of melancholy. The plaster would be removed tomorrow, so could she leave?